"... Holy crap this place is huge."
Lissa Streving, Lightweaver of the Knights Radiant, or so Fib told her, stared up at the large building incredously.
"This has got to be the wrong place, right Fib?"
She glanced to the ground next to her, where a strange, spherical shaped thing seemed to bulge out of the ground, it's shape shifting and changing like a fractal. It buzzed strangely, not responding for a moment.
Mmmm.... Fib does not think it is incorrect.... Mmm, but Fib has been incorrect before. The signs all seem to point to here, however. If it is incorrect, it is most interesting to Fib s...
She sighed, shaking her head. "Never a straight answer, huh Fib?
... Fib does not understand. Fib's linguistic has little to do with shape or lines, so how could- Ahhh, is this another of those figure-giving-speeches? Yes yes, Fib understand now, Ma- Lissa was referring to the vagueness of Fib's answer, yes yes.
The so-called "Cryptic" buzzed happily, as if proud of itself. Realizing she wasn't likely to get more out of it, she sighed again, ringing the doorknob.
"If I get in trouble for this it'll be your fault- Hey! Hello? Is anyone home?" Her tone changed from annoyed to happy and cheerful almost instantly.